“Fuck… Nadia!”
I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deep, hard, bobbing my head. Giving him everything. Letting him know how much I want him, crave him, need him.
His hips begin moving. Gently at first. He’s being careful not to choke me.
But I want more. I take him deeper. Deeper. Until he hits the back of my throat. And I swallow around his flesh, massaging him with my inner muscles.
“Fuck, baby… You’re fucking killing me!”
I moan around him; the vibration making him curse. I work him with my mouth, my hands, worshiping every inch of his beautiful cock.
His grip on my hair tightens, making my eyes water, adding to the amazing pressure on my lips, down my throat. I fucking love feeling his control slip.
“Baby… I’m gonna…”
I don’t pull away. I keep sucking him hard. Faster. Until he comes with a mighty roar. Hot and salty. Fucking amazing. Flooding my mouth. And I swallow every fucking drop like it’s a gift, the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Then I lick him clean from his balls to his still twitching cockhead, while he makes ragged sounds.
When I look up, he’s staring at me like I’m a goddamn miracle.
“Come here,” he says in a wrecked voice.
I stand and he pulls me into his arms, kissing me deep, tasting himself on my tongue.
Then it’s his turn to wash me. Gently, carefully. Like I’m made of glass. I shake my head but don’t say anything. I just lean into his touch, reveling in the moment. My man’s large hands all over my body, his lips following the same path, sweet words rumbled against my skin.
When we’re done, he turns off the water, wraps us both in thick robes, and carries me back to the bedroom. He dries me off, taking his time. Then he puts me in bed and climbs in next to me. I curl into his warmth, with my head on his chest, his arm around me. Feeling safe. Home.
Eight
Nadia
I’m curled into Zak’s side on the massive sectional. Crabby’s sprawled across our laps like a furry heating pad. There’s a fire going even though it’s not really cold, but it’s cozy. Perfect.
I’m playing with the ring on my finger, the metal warm from my skin. The diamonds catch the firelight, throwing little sparkles across the ceiling.
“What about my place?” I ask without preamble because the question has been on my mind now that I’ve accepted there’s not going to be an annulment and this is real. We are real.
Zak’s hand stops tracing lazy circles on my arm.
“Babe.”
I look up at him. Uh-oh… His jaw is doing that tense thing. “Babe, what?”
“You live here.”
“I know, but… what about my lease? All my stuff?”
He shifts, turning to face me fully. One hand comes up to cup my cheek.
“Just need to pack and move it all here.”
I blink. “What?”
“Your stuff. I’ll have my men pack everything and bring it here. You keep what you want; donate the rest.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “We pay out your lease. Done.”
“Done?”
His jaw tightens. I can see the muscle jump. “Did you want to keep it?”
